Blurbs

A belated note about something Christmasy. Guys, I love sending holiday cards. Probably more than I should. It’s sick. I’m not proud. I love getting them in the mail even more. Bill, bill, junk, junk, bill, some “open immediately” piece of marketing gimmerickery that I’ll be duped into opening because I’m a gullible idiot and if I throw it out I’ll lay awake at night wondering that maybe it was really important, bill, bill, junk, SQUEEEEEEEEE CHRISTMAS CARD. I have to share my favorite one from this year, received from our beloved friends Angela and Marvin. Not only did Angela give me permission to do so, she told me she would be “extremely honored” so it’s with great pleasure that I present this:

Yes, my friends. While Pinterest freaks from sea to sea were putting forth ultra-manicured family portraits, Marvin was dressing up as Cousin Eddie. I know you will all join me in saying BRAVO. I cracked up for like 10 minutes upon receipt of this.

Speaking of Christmas and Gimmicks. Starbucks cups. I tweeted about this before, but the red Starbucks cups really do bore their way into my very soul and infuse it with the joy and wonder of the season. Not an exaggeration. I repeat: sick/not proud. I can’t explain it. Who else thinks it’s the biggest bummer ever to make your first January Starbucks trip and get stuck with a crappy depressing soulless spiritless white cup? This came up in a chat with some chick friends the other week, and everyone was in agreement that the change was FAR too abrupt and a more gradual transition was needed. We jokingly brainstormed possibly a splotch of red could stay on, the cups could be pink and gradually fade. All excellent ideas. Starbucks, take note. FEAR THE MOMMY DEMOGRAPHIC. God bless The Bachelor or I just do not know HOW I would get through winter. I wish that was a joke.

Birds.

Guys.

I need you to look at these birds that were, I don’t know, sunbathing behind our house? They were just hanging out in the trees with their wings spread like this. Actually kind of terrifying.

I’d never seen anything like this before. Anyone have insight here? As a former zoo volunteer I should have a better command of the behavior of our avian amigos, but everyone there knew to distance yourself from the bird people. You would think the resident weirdos at the zoo would be the invertebrate or reptile people, but it’s well joked to be the bird people. I say this all in a good-natured way of course, because I love all creatures and friends-of-creatures. Even terrifying birds that will probably visit me in my nightmares.

Pinterest. I know. I can’t let it go. I actually kind of despise Pinterest at this point. I am overdue to do a long post making fun of about 100 things I have saved up to make fun of, but today I just need to present this:

I’M SORRY. I don’t know who this individual is and I hope she won’t find this because I’m sure she’s a lovely person but COME ON. What exactly is the point of this, to show the world just how perfectly put together you can be even during birth? Gawd, I hate what Pinterest has done for birth and parenting. Bringing babies into the world and parenting them is hard work, it’s serious, it’s dirty, it doesn’t always come wrapped up in a pretty box. It does lend itself to some sweet photo ops (which everyone knows I take full advantage of like the next person), but some days I just wonder if people are letting this crap get ahead of the important, substantive work we do as people raising humans. I’m realizing I might have more to say about this so maybe I’ll pick up this topic another time. In summation: I hope at some point in this woman’s labor she pooped on that pink polka dot gown. The end.

hee hee…. the tea thing I interpreted the opposite way, more like “here I am showing up for my induction for my first birth, TEE HEE I have no idea what I’m in for but I bet it will be divine!” and I have to assume the next day the poor girl was a wreck like the rest of us.

I laughed out loud because that woman whose picture you pinned? I started following her blog mere days ago. Mostly because I like to feel bad about myself. Here’s her link, so you can share in my self loathing and inability to be perfect in all ways: http://www.annasaccone.com/
(PS- I read your blog when I want to feel normal again)

Whattt…. omg. Dude. I definitely loathe myself too now. I like “what I ate wednesday” and may counter it with “What I fished out of my sink drain when I cleaned it for the first time in 15 months Wednesday”

Random comment 2months later: 1.) I love your blog! 2.) A couple things we can also make fun of the Pinterest girl for–It seems she is totally holding the end of the pee-stick of which she peed upon, ew! And, she has a glider ottoman as a night stand. How does that work? 🙂

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I like to think of this as a mom blog with benefits. We reject niches and do it all here— the snarky, the sentimental, the hilarity of the everyday. Always fun, never lame, may contain traces of tree nuts.